
时间:2008-10-20
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They say it ain't safe to go out anymore
So the police station has bolted up the door
The floor's full of torn up betting stubs
They put televisions in my favourite pubs
So our homes get bulldozed no-one watches
They want soap operas and not soap boxes
This town has left me high and dry
But I'll be here 'til the day
I die They tell me
I'm just pissed off
Yeh maybe
I'm pissed off
I'd rather be pissed off
Than be pissed on
So if the world burns down outside
And they battle on the frontline
My darling
I'll hold on tight
My darling
I'll hold on tight
As the world burns down outside
And they battle on the frontline
My darling
I'll hold on tight
My darling
I'll hold on tight
We beg for another show we can watch 'til we're sick
Just like a donkey chasing a carrot on a stick
Watching our lives filmed in a soft focus
With abracadabra and hocus pocus
One billion channels and there's still nothing on
The television will not be revolutionised the announcer says
And now for something completely indifferent
Cos I demand my rock 'n' roll with blood sweat and tears
And I demand my reggae to cause bleeding in my ears
I demand my punk rock to start a revolution
I demand my hardcore to sound like an execution
I demand soundsystems on the streets playing the loudest tracks
I demand no rent no bills no council tax
I demand love that isn't measured by the relationships of characters on
Friends Or the words to some dire
R B song about what a good man what a mighty mighty good man is
So as the world burns down outside
And they battle on the frontline
My darling
I'll hold on tight